Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lin Shiyu gazed at Fu Qinglun for a few seconds before walking forward.

She walked over to the tombstone and bent down to place the bouquet of white flowers in front of it. Standing up, she said, ” Mom, I’m back to see you.”

Even after all these years, her voice remained as clear and refreshing to the ears as it had all those years ago.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, and the leaves on the trees rustled. The picture of Mama Lin on the tombstone smiled at the two of them.

Mama Lin had entrusted Lin Shiyu to Fu Qinglun when she left, and it was a pity that he wasn’t there for her.

She had said, she believed that no matter what happened in the future, Fu Qinglun would be there to love and take care of Lin Shiyu in her stead.

The smile on Mama Lin’s face seemed to become even more gentle.

The two of them stood together, both clad in black. A light drizzle of rain settled down on them, and their elegant, cool figures seemed beyond compatible with each other.

Lin Shiyu broke the silence first, without looking at the man beside her. Keeping her eyes on her mother’s tombstone, she said, “Thank you for coming to see my mother.”

Fu Qinglun’s handsome face did not betray any of his feelings as he said lightly, “There’s no need for any thanks.”

“Have you been well?”

“Yes, I have,” Fu Qinglun said as he stuck one hand into his pocket, all the while looking at the woman beside him. He could see the beautiful lines of her small face, which were glinting faintly. “Have you been well?”

Lin Shiyu turned to face him and lifted her clear beautiful eyes to look at him, “Very well.”

Very well, she said.

Her eye had a gleam to them, flickering with warmth and happiness. Fu Qinglun could tell at one glance that she was not lying. She had been doing well the past three years.

Ah, so she had been doing fine.

Fu Qinglun’s dark lips curved upwards unintentionally. She had never smiled like this before when they were together.

“I see Fu Jingtong has been treating you well.”

Fu Jingtong.

Lin Shiyu’s eyes flickered at his name. When she had run away from the marriage three years ago, Fu Jingtong had declared that his body was unwell and canceled the wedding. In order to hide the fact that she had escaped the wedding, he had announced that they were going to be living overseas. Because of this, for these three years, she was still Fu Jingtong’s wife in the public’s eye.

Lin Shiyu didn’t say a word, merely raised her eyebrows and laughed faintly.

At this moment, the butler walked over, carrying a black umbrella for Fu Qinglun. “Young Master, we should be getting back, The typhoon and torrential rain will be upon us soon.”

Karghalik’s weather had been good the past two days, but the changes in weather were unpredictable.

Fu Qinglun looked at Lin Shiyu. “Let’s go, I’ll give you a ride.”

“It’s fine,” Lin Shiyu declined politely.

“Will there be a car coming to pick you up?”

“Yes,” Lin Shiyu said as she nodded.

Fu Qinglun looked at her with a mysterious expression, and stretched his hand out to take the umbrella over his head. Handing it to her, he said, “It’s raining, take this umbrella.”

The light drizzle had been gradually getting heavier. As he handed the umbrella over, Lin Shiyu saw that half of his shoulders were getting wet. “I don’t needー”

He didn’t wait for her to finish before shoving the black umbrella into her hands.”We were husband and wife once, and even though we are no longer together, there is no need to act like strangers. Do you dare take this umbrella from me?”

Their hands touched unintentionally as he pushed the umbrella into her hands.

Her hands were freezing cold.

Not just cold, but freezing, as though there was no warmth at all.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

As she felt his pale fingers on her hands, Lin Shiyu gripped the umbrella handle tightly and stepped back slightly without any change in her composure. Her red, full lips curved as she said, “I’m not cold, Young Master Fu. Thank you.”

She had increased the distance between the two of them again.

Fu Qinglun turned and left without saying a word.

He had left. 

Lin Shiyu stood where she was, staring at his leaving figure. The butler held another umbrella over his head. His footsteps were calm and steady, and he vanished quickly from her line of sight.

Three years ago, she had sent him off like that.

Lin Shiyu felt extremely cold, one hand holding onto the umbrella, the other hugging herself. She had suffered after giving birth to Little Lemon and had fallen sick during her confinement period. Worst of all were these chills.

As long as the weather turned slightly cold, her limbs would become as cold as ice blocks.

Whenever winter came, she would bring Little Lemon to places that experienced spring all year long to stay.

Lin Shiyu stood in front of the tombstone, looking at her own mother. “Mom, I didn’t bring Little Lemon this time round due to the huge difference in temperature here. I was afraid she would get a cold. But she really misses her grandmother, I’ll definitely bring her to see you next time.

“Little Lemon’s body hasn’t been well these three years. She is supposed to start kindergarten, but it is too easy to catch illnesses from school, so I’m extremely worried for her. I heard that there’s this legendary doctor called Si Kong who might be able to cure Little Lemon, allowing her to laugh and play just like a normal child. I’ve been looking for him, so please watch over me and help me find him, mom.”

Lin Shiyu reached out with her pale hands to stroke her mother’s face lightly, her eyes rimmed with red. “Mom, I miss you.”

Really, really miss you.

If she were still here, Little Lemon, her mom and her would make up three generations in the same house.

When she had given birth to Little Lemon, she would think of her mother every time things got hard. Only when she became a mother herself was she able to truly understand a mother’s hardships.

Mama Lin looked at Lin Shiyu with eyes full of gentle comfort and warmth. Her soft gaze was like a comforting arm, gently stroking Lin Shiyu’s face.

“Mom.” Lin Shiyu clear voice suddenly turned gentler and lower. “Fu Qinglun came to see you.

“Our relationship… is already in the past, but Little Lemon still misses her daddy. Do you think I should tell him about Little Lemon?

“Mom, he’ll make a good father, won’t he?”

But Mama Lin was fated to never answer her question.

At this instance, a huge gust of wind blew over, almost carrying the umbrella away. The typhoon was probably on its way.

“Mom, I’ll be leaving first, I’ll be back to see you next year.”

With that, Lin Shiyu turned around to leave.

…

As Lin Shiyu left the burial site, thunder roared around her and lightning split the sky. The thunder rumbled and lightning flashed overhead as the rain poured down in a relentless burst of endless drizzle.

Lin Shiyu sought shelter from the rain at a public bus stop. The burial site was far-off, and there was not a car or person in sight in this horrendous weather.

At this moment, a gust of wind ripped the umbrella away from her hands and onto the pavement.

My umbrella! Lin Shiyu ran out into the rain to get her umbrella back.

The rain poured down, soaking her immediately.

She finally picked up the umbrella and frowned. How was she going to get back?

At this moment, a long luxurious limousine stopped in front of her.